Three Guys Like Me. I Hate All Of Them

Three Guys Like Me. I Hate All Of Them - Chapter 30

Ian and I walked down the streets of London, holding hands and acting like the loved up couple we were.

British Boy's tour was great. All the little shops and people laughing and holding hands. Ian got a little protective when some guys walked up to me, but I turned them down with an insult and a sweet smile.

"So what do you think?" Ian asked, our twined hands swinging between us.

"I think most of the girls around here don't know how to stop raping you with their eyes." I told him, glaring at yet another group of girls who were looking at my boyfriend with lust filled eyes.

He released my hand and wound his arms around my waist from behind. "They can look all they want, but here's the good thing." Ian pressed his soft lips to my neck and whispered in my ear, "You're the only one who can touch."

"Damn straight I am." I told him.

We made our way to the beach where the boys said they would be. Then out of the blue, my phone started ringing.

"Can I take this?" I asked Ian, looking at the caller ID and seeing it was dad.

"Of course."

I pressed the greet button and held the phone to my ear. "Hello?"

"Ellody! How are you sweetheart?" Dads voice asked.

"Good. England is great, dad. I wish you could've come with us."

"Yeah well...So how's the rest of Ian's family?"

"Great! Nate and I were welcomed with open arms. Only have two people that hate me." I smile.

"Who's that?" 

"His grandmother and a girl he's supposed to marry one day." 

"Don't say that! Your dad will kill me!" Ian panicked.

"Oh tell him he has nothing to worry about. If it was serious between that girl and him, you'd already kick his ass ane be on the first plane back home with your brother." Dad chuckled.

"That's what I'm saying." I giggle.

"Anything else new?"

"I got a hedgehog!" I say excitedly.

"Name?"

I love how my dad never asks questions when I do something weird. He either laughs or ignors it and gets on with his life.

"Rodrick." I say.

"Wond-"

"Eli, who are you talking to?" Mom's voice asked.

"No one..." He said in a guilty voice.

"You're talking to the kids aren't you?!" 

"Jane why would I do that when you aren't home?"

"'Cause you like to annoy me."

I laugh and put my phone on speaker for Ian to hear, because I know this is about to get really interesting.

"Dad, you called me when mom wasn't home?! Shame!"

"Not helping, Elle." Dad whispered.

"You called them?! You're dead, Dawson!"

Ian and I listen to heels rapidly clicking on the phone, and other footsteps running away. 

"Jane, stop chasing me!" Dad yelled.

"I told you we'd call them together!"

"Well you took forever to get home!" He laughed.

Ian and I laughed along with dad.